The Healing

THE HEALING

You found me damaged and disillusioned, discarded in a ditch along the road of forgotten debris. There I was, dazed and confused---still reeling from the “head-on-collision” of lost loves devastation.

And then, like the goddess of compassion, the IDEA of you entered the dreams of my unconscious, triggering an arousal of vital signs long before you physically appeared to bring healing to the shattered remnants of mind, body, and spirit.

You approached me so carefully, as if you knew the enormity of the pain I bore. Cautiously making your way through the wreckage of my dying soul, you knelt gently beside me and breathed the breath of hope into my lungs.

The resuscitation was necessarily slow, yet consistent, and continually progressive toward holistic rehabilitation. Somehow, you knew what I needed. Your caring touch sustained me while you artfully “dressed” the wounds of my entire being with the bandages of your love and understanding.

You looked beyond the fragmented nature of my reality and saw the “whole” man that I could become. You mixed patience with kindness as you witnessed reluctant, “clumsy” steps toward the door of romantic anticipation. You held my hand as I trembled at the recall of nightmarish past relationships. You gently kissed away the bruises of rejection and applied a healing balm of acceptance to my injured psyche.

With a steady hand and a ready smile you gave strength to unstable legs and an awkward gate. Your serum of love, injected in daily doses provided a precious immunity against the infections of dubiety and fearfulness.

Now, as I imagine running with you through fields of wheat, and lying beside still lakes, I hesitate to think of where I would be without your therapeutic intervention. You could so easily have left me there in the ditch of my despair and continued on your way.

How fortunate for me you were able to see beyond a broken man and envision a triumphant spirit. Your influence and example has redirected my whole focus. I no longer look to material things or others’ perceptions to define my own importance. The former is meaningless and the latter is too frivolous to seriously consider.

Through introspection and self-expression I’ve learned to cherish the uniqueness of me. I have an empathic motivation to assist those that may be lost in a sea of disillusioned tears, or shipwrecked on an island of despair.

I no longer stare blankly ahead, passing strangers on street corners, not acknowledging their existence. Now, I detour purposefully, off nicely paved roads, and look down into the ditch.